“Neuvilette.”

The duke cursed your name under his breath as his hands snaked around your waist, his head moving down to rest on your shoulder.

The two were stood in the infirmary, Sigewinne had to tend to Wriothesleys wounds that were caused by a minor fight, but he was in perfect shape, With Sigewinne not believing so, she left to get a prescription from a small infirmary a few blocks away.

“I can’t wait.”

Wriothesley said, groaning quietly.